A Wordless Romance: A Free Verse Poem About Love at Cursory Glance
This captivating free verse poem paints a vivid picture of a burgeoning love story. Feel the warm sand beneath your feet and smell the salty air as you witness two strangers meet on a secluded beach. Watch their connection build through their silent actions — the selection of smooth pebbles, the shy smiles, the fleeting touch. Each carefully placed stone becomes a wordless conversation, a shared story unfolding. The poem masterfully conveys the emotions that bloom between them — shyness, curiosity, and a spark of nervous energy.
The poem uses evocative imagery to capture the sights, sounds, and sensations of the seaside setting. The rhythmic crash of waves, the warmth of the sun, and the cool caress of the breeze all contribute to the atmosphere of budding romance.
A Wordless Romance
Sun dips low,
casting the cover in a honeyed glow;
Salty air whips hair across my face,
tangy on my lips,
Waves crash, a rhythmic rhythm —
chirping gulls overhead,
Sand warm beneath my bare feet,
I watch her.
Across the smooth expanse,
she kneels,
a silhouette against the fiery sky;
Her hair,
the color, sun-bleached wheat,
falls loose, braid down her back —
Focus intense,
brow furrowed,
she selects a stone,
turning it over in her calloused hands.
I pick a flat,
grey pebble,
the weight of it cools against my palm;
My gaze falls,
on the intricate design, forming in the sand —
concentric circles radiating outwards —
like ripples on a still pond.
A shy smile tugs, corner of my mouth.
I place my stone,
extending the pattern.
She glances up,
surprise flickering across her eyes,
the blue so vibrant, mirrors the twilight sky.
A flush creeps up her neck, she looks away,
a nervous laugh escaping her lips.
The silence stretches,
thick with unspoken words.
The rhythmic crash, waves seem louder,
a constant drumbeat in my chest.
I reach for another stone,
fingers brushing the sand —
where hers had been moments ago.
The warmth lingers, sending a jolt through me.
She picks a stone,
mirroring my movement.
This time,
her eyes meet mine,
a hesitant question in their depths.
A nervous energy crackles,
unspoken thrumming between us.
A small smile plays on her lips,
a tentative question,
a hesitant answer;
We weave a story in sand —
a dusk,
a sailboat on a calm sea,
a path winding through rolling hills.
The last rays of sunlight fade,
painting the sky in fiery hues,
our creation is complete.
We stand,
side by side,
gazing, connection etched in the sand.
The salty tang of the sea —
mingles with the warmth of her presence.
A cool breeze —
sends a shiver down my spine.
She reaches out,
her hand brushing mine —
a fleeting touch that sends a spark,
igniting through me.
Our eyes meet again,
holding the unspoken promise —
story yet to be written.
The tide begins its slow rise,
erasing the intricate design with gentle waves.
We watch in silence,
a bittersweet ache settling in my chest.
Yet,
a new warmth blooms within me,
a silent vow — on the salty breeze.
We turn and walk away,
the memory of that twilight cove,
etched not just in sand,
but in our hearts,
Silent testament, love born on a quiet shore.
© 2024 Kingsley Gomes
